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I've never been so insulted in all my life - and I've been insulted by experts.
Or, better still, in the famous retort to the haughty woman who said "I've never been so insulted in all my life!", namely "oh, come now, madam - you must have been!".
Anywy, if you were our esteemèd resident JLW you might have a prize worth claiming...
I've wondered in the past, was that originally 'a thing' - or just an abstract concept, like "The American Dream"?
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
it has a Foundation...and youth ambassadors....and a hall of fame.....and lots of awards...and other things for people who can't make up their own minds.....
Oh dear.
I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
Oh dear, indeed. However, I can think of a great American songbook of 114 songs (plus another15 not in the book), and another (named in the plural) of 90 solos for voice.
This phrase, in a draft 'business development' document that crossed my desk today:
“...ensuring we 'join the dots', empower people and ensure that we are all pointing in the right direction”
.....
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
... then charging straight over the edge of the cliff like the bunch of mindless lemmings that we are!
Quite.
I propose in those circumstances to pursue my policy of pointing in the wrong direction wherever possible...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Doubtless this one has come up before in this long thread so apologies for repeating it but, how about "we have to protect our staff"?
Which means: "our staff can be as obtuse, unhelpful, rude and downright stupid as they like but don't dare to retaliate".
There are far too many customers who fit your description too, as a fortnight spell behind a shop counter will demonstate.
However, to my main point, which is not a word or phrase, so is off topic, but I really dislike having my changle plonked onto the counter, and not into my hand.
Fine on the continent, not fine here.
IMO
I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I really dislike having my changle plonked onto the counter, and not into my hand.
Call me prudish, but I think changle-plonking in public is generally to be discouraged, counter or no counter
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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